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作词 : Elizondo, Smith, Storch, Young |
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[BUSTA:] Yeah, yeah. |
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Yeah, yeah. |
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Turn my music up (C'MON) |
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Turn my music up (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Turn my music up (UHH) |
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Turn my music up (UHH) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now. |
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Check it out now [VERSE 1:] |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talk |
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Before I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork |
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I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds |
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I own a couple things; |
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I even own a farm with cows |
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I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds |
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Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse |
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A lot of niggas like to wish on a star don't give a **** who you are |
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I know some niggas that'll piss on your car |
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Now see, every time we step in a place |
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I give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face |
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And rob ice like |
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I was never more able |
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Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table |
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Hey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas" |
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Bust niggas then |
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I plant another bomb in your ass |
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And then I put my students all in a class |
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To clear my ruler ship |
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And make y'all niggas ****ed up doin' the math [HOOK:] |
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One time now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Turn my music up (C'MON) |
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Turn my music up (UHH) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck volume (C'MON) |
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Truck volume (C'MON) [CHORUS:] |
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I know ya-wanna-get up-on it |
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Let me-show ya- how we do |
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Every-time we-drop that-shit you |
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Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY) [VERSE 2:] |
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How many times you gon' crush down somethin' |
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You need to change your name up, to |
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Bus-A-Bus down somethin' |
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You ****in' with the highest my nigga |
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Tryin' to **** with the giants, might as well call me |
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Goliath my nigga |
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C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop |
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Before the hungry come and shop on your block |
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I know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you all |
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A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all |
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One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all |
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And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "**** YOU ALL" |
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Gathered up about a thousand young buck's who brawl |
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As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all |
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That's why you better move tight with your click |
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Niggas be thirsty and quick |
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Just to be off into the night with your shit |
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C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are |
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Make niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car |
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Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floor |
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One dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for? What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?" |
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Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?" |
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Well let me tell you what the **** we was surroundin' you for |
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We came to get you once but now |
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I come to get you for more |
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And while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot |
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Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot [HOOK:] |
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What the **** now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck shit now (C'MON) |
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Turn my music up (C'MON) |
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Turn my music up (UHH) |
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Hot shit now (C'MON) |
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Street shit now (C'MON) |
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Truck volume (C'MON) [CHORUS x2] |